Be Our Breeder

Be Our Breeder 01

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The elevator bell dinged signaling it had made it to the selected floor that read 'Floor 27'.

I watched as the door opened to the single penthouse of the hotel before the occupants behind lightly touched my back urging me to walk forward.

I didn't look back at the people behind me as instead I walked forward trying to find a way out of whatever predicament I was in.

As I walked forward not really knowing where to go but from the way the penthouse was arranged it was easy to tell where I needed to go.

The penthouse of this hotel was arranged to an open huge middle room that was supposed to be the welcoming center of the penthouse.

To the left were the bedrooms. And to the right was the living room and kitchen.

Both sides were dark meaning no one was there... I'm assuming no one was there anyways.

The main welcome area was lit as across to the other side was the expansive balcony that anyone could find a couple of condos on and still have room as the balcony over looked the city in all its splendor.

I easily saw a man sitting at a table lounging in a chair.

I assumed that was where I needed to head almost instantly.

I moved forward feeling the occupant's behind me moving in tandem like they were my bodyguards or hitmen waiting for any excuse to kill me. The only thing that gave them away were the loud clicking of their high heels as we walked along the tilted floor.

I tried to ignore the people behind me as I knew their purpose. Their purpose was to bring me to the man sitting out on the balcony.

I walked around the huge circular table that was the middle piece of the welcoming center before I walked towards the huge double doors that were open.

The moment I walked through the threshold from the inside to the outside I heard the streets below faintly as I saw the night city scape.

The man lounging in the chair was smoking a cigar as I noticed he had a bottle of wine sitting on the table easily within arms reach and a tall wine glass with half the glass full.

I only saw the back of his head and body but saw he was built as his huge shoulder's and thick neck were easily distinguished along with his black slicked hair.

He took a drag of his cigar more than likely enjoying the taste before leaning his head back and blowing out the smoke slowly.

The moment he did that he caught me in his periphery and finally turned revealing the remaining features of his face.

His facial feature's were almost elegant and chiseled.

I wasn't sure if I should say he was the spitting image of a stereotypical gangster but he definitely pulled off the stereotypical rich asshole vibe.

Whoever he was I didn't know him.

He smiled letting me see his almost blindingly bright white teeth as he looked at me and instantly stood up to face me. He lightly put his long cigar on the tray that I obviously missed when I saw the table and wine.

The aristocrat asshole spoke, "Ah Mr. McGhee so glad you accepted my invitation."

The way he said my last name as he pronounced it wrong by saying 'Mic Gaw Ee'.

I spoke, "It's pronounced Mc Gee." I hooked my thumb to the stiletto-ed hit squad behind me letting my disdain spill out as I spoke, "Yeah well your six bimbo squad were very persistent not giving me much choice."

The man smirked immediately sizing me up as I showed him I didn't care for the gorgeous bimbo hit squad that collected me from what I was doing which was playing video games on my only night off from studying.

He spoke, "Excuse us ladies."

I didn't look back as I heard the clickity clack of their high heeled stilettos retreat from us.

Once they were gone I momentarily looked back to confirm they were gone only to find one had stayed behind but was standing inside as the huge doors remained open while the remaining five were officially gone.

I looked back at the well groomed asshole before I spoke, "What's this about?"

The man didn't let my disdain phase him as he moved and walked around the table before standing at arms length in front of me, "It's so nice to finally meet you, Mr. McGhae," this time he pronounced my last name correctly, "My name is Charles Masters."

As he stood so close to me it was clear the obvious differences between him and me.

Charles Masters stood 6' towering over my short 5'7" frame. He was clearly pushing 230 lbs of possible solid muscle due to his strained tight white button up shirt that he had the sleeves expertly rolled up to just below his elbows while my ass was barely pushing 160 lbs of pure scrawniness. His black hair was a dark contrast to my dirty brown hair. His light blue eyes showed fierce deadly intelligence while my blue eyes showed pure disdain knowing full well he could easily kick my ass but I didn't care.

He extended his arm and hand slightly bridging the gap with a smile.

I ignored him and didn't reach out to grasp his hand and instead spoke, "Ok, Mr. Masters, you still haven't explained why I'm here."

Charles frowned as he realized I wasn't going to shake his hand before he dropped his hand.

He walked back to the table this time to the other side from where he was and pulled out the chair, "Please sit. Relax. Would you like a cigar? Perhaps some of my delicious wine?"

He held up his hand slightly, "Oh Autumn, fetch Mr. McGhae a cigar and a glass."

I immediately held up my hand hoping the vapid bimbo would stop and instead spoke, "I don't smoke nor drink. Again, why am I here?"

Charles dipped his head sighing before looking at me, "I was hoping to be more civilized."

I squinted, "Yeah well you disturbed my only night of gaming I get each week when I don't have to study."

Charles frowned as it was clear I wasn't going to be civil nor accommodating to him.

He shrugged and instead walked around back to his chair as he turned it around so he could face me before he sat down. He grabbed his cigar and put it to his mouth before taking a long puff as he held the smoke in his mouth before he slowly blowing it out.

Charles spoke, "I'm here to give you an offer you can't refuse."

I looked at him thinking he quickly turned from stereotypical aristocratic asshole to stereotypical gangster in that one sentence that was so cliche. I spoke, "Okkk...."

Charles smirked, "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

I shook my head as I pursed my lips showing I didn't nor did I care.

Charles chuckled for a moment before he reached over and grabbed his wine glass before he spoke, "I'm the M in Muschi."

I instantly knew who Muschi was.

Muschi was the sex giant conglomerate of the world.

Muschi was the company that revolutionized sex. They cured STD's. Made sex not only sellable with supplements and drugs that not only worked but worked fucking well.

If it dealt with sex, Muschi was the company.

Hell most laws and common practices were because of Muschi.

I spoke flatly, "Oh!"

Charles smirked a satisfied smirk as he took a sip of his wine now that he knew he had the upper hand.

He gulped his sip before he spoke, "That's right. I'm here personally to give you an offer that you can't refuse."

I smirked, "Yeah well, watch me! I'm going to tell you just like I've told every other lackey from Muschi to go kick rocks. I'm not for sale nor am I interested in any of your vapid sex crazed bimbos."

Charles smirked as I probably sounded like a child trying to show I was tough to a seasoned fighter.

I watched as he rose his eyebrow, "So bimbo's aren't your thing?"

I tried to show they didn't which is the main reason I've been able to remain so nonchalant when the six gorgeous women escorted me here because I didn't look at them more than I had to.

Pretty sure my stoic facial feature cracked as I answered, "No."

Charles smirked as he knew I was bluffing as he spoke, "You know I'm surprised by you."

I squinted at Charles, "Oh yeah? How so?"

Charles smirked, "Because everything about your profile tells me you aren't this stupid."

Ok now I'm pissed because he called me stupid.

Charles ignored my anger as he continued, "One look at your file would tell anyone that you'd be an easy mark." He shrugged, "Just throw some money and pussy at you," he chuckled, "hell throw money or pussy at anyone and their answer will always be 'Yes '."

He smirked as he pointed at me, "But not you. You've told everyone one of my employees and associates to go pound sand."

He smiled, "And I must applaud you when you sent back one of our most lucrative offers back after you wiped your ass with it."

Which is true. I did do that. Actually I ate the most fowlest stuff and took the biggest shit then wiped my ass with their huge figure contract before mailing it back to them.

He laughed, "You should have seen the entire board of directors when that came across the desk during one of the board members meeting. They were so happy when we heard you actually sent a contract back thinking you actually signed the thing. So when it came out even the person who had courted you for six months was standing there looking at a shit stained fowl smelling contract even she blanched before she ran to the nearest trash can and hurled."

He smiled at me, "That's when I knew I had to personally figure you out. Figure out what made a man who would wipe his ass to a $100 million dollar a year contract to fuck as much free pussy as he wanted say no."

I smirked as I was now actually kind of proud of that. Though I semi felt bad for the girl who I more than likely embarrassed and probably got her ass fired.

Granted that was almost four years ago, well three and half, when I pulled that stunt. I'm sure that girl got a better job and was doing well now.

At least that little stunt got Muschi off my back for nearly four years.... until today. Ok I still get emails and random phone calls checking to see if I've reconsidered and name my price. I just ignore the emails as I setup an auto trash rule and hadn't seen an email in three years. The phone calls and voice mails I just let go to voicemail then delete the voice mail.

He leaned back with a confident smile, "And you know what I realized?"

I shook my head as I shrugged, "No. What?"

Charles took a sip of his wine before he spoke, "You didn't want any regular free common pussy. You want special pussy."

I don't like where this is going.

I tried to put my stoic face on as I shrugged, "Or maybe I like guys and prefer being the catcher. Ever thought of that?"

Charles immediately blurted, "HA!!!" Before he went into a cough fit as I said that right when he took a puff off his cigar.

He set the cigar down on the tray and glass of wine on the table before he dropped either the cigar or wine and started to beat at his chest as he continued to cough. He beat at his chest bent over for a good minute before he finally gets a hold of himself looks up at me with a smile and speaks with froggy voice, "Good one!"

He continued to cough a few more times before he gets under control again and leans back into the chair.

He smiles at me, "Oh trust me. I almost thought of that as I looked at your file. But your original testing at 16 tells me something completely different."

Uh oh!

He was talking about my mandatory testing that ALL 16 year old's must go through.

I don't know what the girls who turn 16 have to go through but I distinctly remember my 'testing'.

Four mind numbing hours of watching porn as my junk is stuffed into a tube, a tube I didn't fit in by the way, and had to answer stupid questions if I thought which girl was hot.

I remembered the drink I had to take prior to the testing that made me feel weird but during the testing I answered honestly.

Thinking back that 'drink' might have been truth serum or something like that.

And because I couldn't fit in the tube that was supposed to fit ALL guy's they had a person watch my dick as I got hard while I watched porn and answered their questions honestly.

Seeing how I couldn't fit in the tube they measured my dick when it was limp and measured my nuts. Then they measured my dick when I got hard. Then I had to masturbate into a cup and my cum got tested.

He was talking about that test.

And after that test Muschi has been hounding me since wanting to pay me to fuck girls and impregnate them.

Granted the results took about six months before Muschi was practically begging me to fuck their girl's and breed them.

But by this time I had lost my virginity and grew a sort of hatred when they stole my girlfriend because as Charles said 'Throw money at them and they'll say yes' as they more or less stole my girlfriend at the time.

The same girlfriend I lost my virginity to.

I've kind of hated them since.

Was Charles referring to my girlfriend who I hadn't seen in almost six years when he said 'special'?

Charles smiled, "See here's my thinking and stop me if I'm wrong, but you have, in my honest opinion, probably the biggest longest and fattest cock that has been naturally grown with the fattest nuts delivering the most potent semen without needing any of our products to enhance yourself that I'm aware of."

He smirked because I didn't stop him and wanted to see where he was going with this shit as he thought he was on the right track as he fully continued, "A dick that's so absolutely stunning that most normal pussy's can't handle it all."

He shrugged with a smirk, "Well most sane girls won't be able to fully take your cock at least. No, you need special pussy's you can fully put your horse cock into without hurting them let alone kill them as you rearrange their insides. You need pussy's that can not only take your full length but beg for more and fully handle you. Pussy's that will fully accept your entire load and beg for more."

He smacked the table, "That's what you need."

I smirked as I folded my arms, "Oh yeah? Is that what you truly think?"

I mean he wasn't entirely wrong as it had been a minute since I had put my dick in any girl for the reasons he was saying.

Actually my girlfriend that I lost my virginity to at the time could only take half my dick.

And the few I had stuck my dick in were about the same as they could only fit maybe half.

Still she was my first and she held a special place in my heart.

Charles smirked as he nodded, "Yes. That's what I think. So you know what I did?"

Oh this should be good!

I kept my pose with my arms folded over my stomach still smirked, "What did you do?"

Charles kept his smug smirk on his face, "I enhanced six of our finest daughter's."

I rose my eyebrow, "Daughter's?"

Charles nodded his smug smirk never wavering, "That's right. Six daughter's, one from each of the Muschi family's."

I blinked as I suddenly connected two and two.

Six daughters.

Six bimbo's picked me up and brought me here.

Charles chuckled as he watched me connect the dots as he spoke, "That's right those six will be all your's. All you have to do is say yes."

He grabbed the wine and took a sip before he spoke, "Six daughter's each have been enhanced for three long years."

I rose my eyebrow, "Really? Your idea of 'enhancing' them is to turn them into vapid bimbo's?"

Before Charles could speak I spoke, "Contrary to popular belief I'm not your typical male. Bimbo's just piss me off."

I walked to the table put my hands on the table and leaned forward with a snarky smirk, "Congratulation's you just got added to the 'Go pound sand' list."

I pushed off the table with a satisfied smile as I turned around and was about to walk out as I spoke, "We should do this again sometime. Maybe we can go for the hat trick where I can tell you to go fuck yourself." I waved my hand in the air, "Deuces."

Charles spoke, "But I haven't told you HOW I enhanced the daughter's."

I stopped and turned looking at Charles, "I already KNOW how you 'enhanced' them." I pointed to the semi statue called Autumn, Charles' daughter, "You turned HER into a bimbo. That's how Muschi treats people. Nothing but fucking sex objects."

Charles chuckled, "Au contraire my young fellow. Like I said, each of our daughter's are quite unique." He smiled at me, "And FYI my daughter is no BIMBO. So I'd really appreciate it if you stop using that word."

I looked at Autumn for a moment noting she had all the ear markings to classify her as a bimbo. She was drop dead gorgeous. Pouty puffy DSL's. A HUGE rack that is impossible to be on her frame. A small tight waist. A toned bubble butt. And a body that looked like it would not quit.

She was wearing a black skirt that went down to mid thigh with black nylon stockings. High stiletto heels. A crimson button up shirt where the buttons were straining against her large bosom.

Her brown hair was flowing down to below her shoulders.

If those weren't the clear signs of a bimbo I didn't know what was.

Charles chuckled, "My daughter is actually quite smart. She speaks and reads six languages. Is a FANTASTIC cook and knows how to cook Italian, French, German, and English traditional dishes." He smirked at me, "And her dessert dishes.." he kissed his fingers and extended them out, "ultimate perfection."

He continued, "She's also a black belt in Krav Maga and Wing Chun Kung Fu." He smirked, "Almost went to the Olympics in Gymnastics."

That actually impressed me.... like REALLY impressed me. I can barely speak one language let alone six.

And here I thought he was going to tell me her sex stats or something stupid.

I looked at Autumn kind of re-evaluating her now that I knew all that.

I looked at Charles, "Ok that's JUST Autumn."

Charles smirked, "Jade Uchida is from the Uchida family. She is fluent in seven of the eight Chinese dialects, Korean, Japanese, Thai, Filipino, English, and Hindi. She's ALSO an AMAZING cook," he shrugged, "if you're into Asian and Japanese cuisine. She's a master of Tai Chi and Wushu. And an excellent secretary if I do say so myself."

I blinked as, again, I was surprised Charles didn't spout off silly sex stats trying to convince me.

Charles spoke, "Actually," he leaned up a little bit and spoke clearly, "Autumn, sweetie."

I looked over to see Autumn stop being a statue as she stepped outside and spoke in a soft elegant voice, "Yes father."

Charles smiled, "Can you be a dear, and bring the girls out here, please?"

Autumn bowed her head slightly before turning and walking back into the penthouse and into the darkness off to the right.

A few minutes later Autumn and the five girls came out of the darkness.

All the girls lined up.

Charles spoke, "Jade, honey, could you please step forward so Mr. Chad McGhae knows what you look like."

A geisha bimbo stepped forward. Like Autumn her facial features were almost too perfect in the moonlight. Her body, like Autumn, was unreal with a body that was too out of proportion to believe. From the front it was hard to tell but I had ridden in the limo as they brought me here I knew this girl's tits were fucking massive on her frame making Autumn's chest look small in comparison. Like Autumn she had an impossible small flat waist with hips that I swear should be on a doll and a plump ass that I wouldn't be surprised if I could bounce a quarter off of.

Like Autumn she wore a black skirt that went to mid thigh. Black stockings. Stiletto high heels. And instead of a crimson button up shirt Jade wore a white button shirt that the buttons were definitely straining to hold on against her impossibly large breasts.

She had black hair with strong asian/Japanese facial features. Had the same puffy pouty DSL's. And dark brown eyes.

Charles spoke, "Thank you Jade."

Jade nodded as she stepped back in line.

Charles spoke, "Gemma Spivvy is from the Spivvy family. Gemma can speak 14 languages, all of which are from the middle east. I wouldn't say she's a decent cook but she's your girl when it comes to Greek and makes a mean gyro."

I smirked as he pronounced Gyro 'Yee-row' as I had argued with a roach coach for nearly 40 minutes with the guy as he kept saying 'Yee-row' and I was saying 'Gy-ro'. He was fun to fuck with when I was hankering for some greek, which was often, as Dave's Greek Cart was always around the campus.

Gemma stepped forward the moment her name was spoken.

Like Jade and Autumn, Gemma was definitely a looker as her facial features were more elegant than bimbo perfection as she definitely had more Greek and Italian heritage than anything else. Her lips were thinner but definitely pouty. Her chest wasn't nearly as big as Jade the Geisha Bimbo but was a contender with Autumn. Her waist was small like the others. Her hips didn't flair out as far as Autumn or Jade but you could tell she had other qualities.

Like the other two she wore black skirt and black leggings with stiletto heels. But instead of a white or crimson button up shirt her's was blue but unlike Jade or Autumn she only had the button's below her insanely big breasts buttoned up while the remaining buttons going up were left undone and open to where I could see a black lace corset.

Her dark hair was wavy as she naturally put her hand on her hip like she was modeling without realizing she was modeling.

Charles smirked, "Gemma has spent A LOT of time in Greece and France and has done a few of the modeling circuits and WAS a model for Muschi brand clothing before I selected her for my little pet project for you."

Gemma stepped back as Charles continued, "Up next is Sloane Cagney from the Cagney family."

A fiery redhead stepped forward with thick curly long hair that looked like she stuck her tongue in an electrical socket to get her hair style.

This girl looked the most normal as her curves were more reasonable compared to the other three. Her chest looked small in comparison to the other three. Her butt definitely looked small in comparison. And her stomach looked normal as she was definitely the skinniest of the four. If it weren't for her doll-like face and long legs as she stood at least six inches over the other three.

She was the most normal to me.

She had the same skirt, stockings and heels. Only difference was her shirt looked more satin and emerald green with only a couple of buttons at the top undone.

Charles spoke, "Sloane has been running our distribution in England. She is incredibly smart when it comes to finance and negotiations. Speaks most of the languages in Northern Europe fluently."

Charles smirked at me, "Don't let her looks fool you. She WILL drink you under the table. Not many businessmen can hang with Sloane when it comes to drinking and making deals."

Charles smirked, "Oh! And FAIR warning Sloane is a health nut so if you do decide to drink with her and she does drink you under the table don't be surprised if she makes you go running in the morning with her while you're EXTREMELY hung over."

I smirked, "Sounds like you're talking from experience?"

Charles cleared his throat, "Her mother and I may have had a fling for half a minute WAY before I took on the family name and if Sloane is ANYTHING like her mother. Yes, yes she did that to me." He grumbled, "Thought I was going to die."

I turned to Sloane who simply smirked and winked at me before stepping back.

Charles sighed, "Where was I, oh yes up next is Whitney Hutchinson from the Hutchinson family."

Whitney stepped up and like Sloane she seemed regularly normal. Well aside from her facial features being too good to be real with pouty DSLs. She definitely had a chest but it wasn't as big as Jade, Autumn or Gemma. But she was bigger than Sloane. Then like Sloane she was completely petite in all the right places.

Like ALL the women she had on a black skirt, black leggings, and black stiletto high heels. She had on a purple button up shirt with her buttons from mid cleavage up undone and showed off she wasn't wearing a bra.

So far Whitney was the only blonde in the group so far as her hair looked flat but long.

Charles spoke, "Whitney has a unique view on life. She does cook but she's a breakfast girl. Anything dealing with breakfast she's king in the kitchen. Unlike ALL the girl's speaking various languages Whitney has decided Latin is her thing seeing how she's a fertility scientist. She's also a renowned travel enthusiast and loves traveling."

I watched as Whitney scowled at Charles like she was hoping he would give her more praise but it was clear even Charles thought Whitney was quite boring so Whitney just huffed but still stepped back looking deflated.

Charles smirked, "And last but not least is Gabriella Ingram from the Ingram family."

Gabriella stepped forward. Gabriella had the usual facial features that seemed like they were stolen off a doll with her pouty DSLs. But unlike the rest of the girl's Gabriella definitely stood in her own light as her face had multiple piercings. One was in her nose. One was at the top of her nose right at the bridge between her eyes. She had a loop through her lower puffy bottom lip with black lipstick on her lips. She had light brown hair that almost looked like a faded orange. She had a heart on fire right on her neck that spread down to her collar bone.

She had the girl's big breasts with a small waist and curves.

Just like the girl's she had a black skirt, black leggings, and black stiletto heels. I wasn't sure if she was matching her hair to her shirt or her shirt to her hair but she wore an orange shirt with two buttons on both top and button undone so I could see her cleavage and flat stomach. Unlike the girls, she had her long sleeves rolled up.

Charles spoke, "Don't let her tattoos and piercing fool you. She is EX military and WILL fuck you up. She is also a HUGE gun nut and loves riding crotch rockets. We had her military contract prematurely terminated for her enhancement training but before she exited the military which she has obviously not been happy about. So I'd be careful with her."

Charles shrugged, "Or maybe your cock will tame her wild disposition."

I looked at her for a moment before I looked at Charles, "Really? Military?"

Charles smirked, "What can I say she fit the description as I tried to hit some of your fantasies."

I blinked at him, "What fantasies are those?"

Charles chuckled, "From your test at 16."

I squinted at him, "You do realize that was over six years ago right? My tastes have kind of changed since then."

I turned to look at Gabriella, "No offense Gabriella," I turned back to Charles, "But my tastes have changed."

Charles smirked but didn't say anything for a LONG moment as he sipped his wine.

Finally Charles picked up his cigar that had burned enough to where it was gone. He looked at the cigar and sighed before he looked at the girls, "Autumn, honey, could you get me another cigar."

I watched as Autumn nodded and walked off towards the middle of the welcome center at the large ornate table. Leaned over, opened the box in the center, grabbed the cigar, and came back out.

She walked past me and handed Charles the cigar.

Charles smiled at Autumn, "Thank you sweetie." He looked at the girls, "You may leave now."

Autumn nodded as she turned and as soon as she got to the line of gorgeous women they all turned and walked inside.

The five, Jade, Sloane, Whitney, Gemma, and Gabriella all walked to the right and disappeared into the darkness while Autumn stayed standing by the door inside.

I waited a moment before I hooked a thumb at Autumn while looking at Charles, "She scares me when she does that."

Charles momentarily looked at Autumn before smirking and looking at me, "It's alright. You'll get used to it."

I looked at him, "No, I won't. I never said 'Yes' to ANY of those girl's because," I hooked my thumb at myself, "I'm NOT fucking them."

Charles chuckled, "Ye of little faith."

I squinted, "What makes you 'think' I'm going to take them when all I've told you is 'No'."

Charles reached into his pocket as he pulled out a cutter and a box of matches.

He looked down as he inspected the cigar as he spoke, "Because I haven't told HOW they're enhanced and WHY I believe you will take them."

He cut the cigar at the end before putting it in his mouth and turning it in his mouth a little bit before using his lips to keep the cigar in his mouth as he pulled the box of matches.

I spoke, "Ok, HOW did you 'enhance' them. I'm curious."

Charles ignored me as he pulled a match out, lit it, and pulled the flame millimeters from the cigar end. He puffed as he drew the flame towards the cigar lighting it and turned the cigar with his free hand as he continued to puff drawing the flame towards the cigar until the entire cigar had been licked by the flame lighting it evenly.

He puffed a couple of times and pulled it out to inspect the lit side making sure it was evenly lit before waving his hand extinguishing the match.

He put the match in the tray and puffed a couple of times before he pulled the cigar away licked his lips and spit to the side.

I waited as he did all this.

He finally addressed me, "Well BEFORE I get into HOW their enhanced, would you like to know what each of us Muschi member's do?"

I sighed as I spoke, "Somehow I got a feeling you're gonna tell whether I care or not."

Charles smirked, "Well us Masters are Breeders. That's what we do. We fuck and breed. Each child from puberty start taking MASSIVE amounts of supplements and fuck like crazy as we breed."

I squinted at him already thinking that was disgusting as he didn't indicate WHO or what relation they breed.

Charles looked at me, "Mind you us Masters CONTROL not only the Masters families but the families as well. We dictate HOW we share our specialities with the world."

He pointed to Autumn, "Her first breeding season was with one of the Cagney boys." He smiled at me, "My first breeding was with Sloane's mother."

I rolled my eyes as he just saved me a tirade of cursing at him for insinuating they breed incest wise.

Charles continued, "The Uchida family are Milkers. From puberty the girl's undergo milk production."

He pointed to the penthouse, "That's why Jade's breast are so fucking massive. Her breasts have been producing milk since she was 14 or 15."

Charles took a puff of the cigar and held the smoke in his mouth for a moment before he slowly blew it out and continued, "The Spivvy's have been the king's of body modification."

I spoke, "Let me guess, 'That's why Gemma's tits are so big'?"

Charles smirked, "No, that's not what Gemma was modified with, but good guess."

I rolled my eyes as Charles spoke, "The Cagney's are bulls." He shrugged, "Kind of like us Master's but instead of ALL the family breeding, only the MALE's are allowed to breed and have their semen used for 'other' things."

Charles looked at me, "The Hutchinson's are our fertility specialists. Hence WHY Whitney is a fertility scientist."

Charles smirked at me, "And finally, there's the Ingram's. They're our grool guru's."

Charles took a drag off his cigar and spoke around the smoke, "Without EACH of us in our respective specialities, ALL the advances Muschi makes would not be possible without us."

Charles set the cigar on the tray before he picked up his wine and saw that it was low. He frowned before he reached and grabbed the bottle and topped off his wine.

He looked at it and swirled it around and sniffed it before he sipped at it.

He looked up at me, "Now I bring this up because it's important. Now did you know that each of Muschi's products that people absorb only a small percentage of it?"

I shook my head as Charles smirked, "Oh yeah forgot. You probably don't use our products. So yes the public may absorb 5 to 30% naturally into their bodies."

He pointed to himself, "I naturally absorb 74% of our products."

I rolled my eyes, "Good for you."

Charles smiled for a moment before he pointed to the penthouse, "Those girl's accept nearly 100% of ANY of our drugs."

I shrugged, "Ok, so what. They accept nearly 100%. Kudos for them."

Charles smirked, "Did you ALSO know us Muschi have a fertility drug for the public?"

I sighed as I nodded, "Yes yes. You all are kings of sex. Got it."

Charles looked at me, "Did you also know that we not only have a wonderful fertility drug that does wonderful things like reverse infertility, increase a girl's lubrication, a girl's elasticity, and other cool things."

He shrugged, "Sure the normal drug only increases by about 75% on average. And prolonged side effects vary from user to user."

He smirked at me, "Now imagine if you will we have an ENHANCED fertility drug that does double if not triple the original dose PLUS the user KEEPS any and all side effects depending on their absorption rate."

Hmmmm....

It didn't take a genius to see where he was going with this one.

Charles continued to smile, "And that's with ONE large dose of the ENHANCED fertility drug." His smile turned creepy, "Now imagine if someone were to say oh I don't know CONTINUE to have that lovely drug injected for THREE YEARS."

My eyes widened, "You didn't?"

Charles smiled smugly, "I sure did." He pointed to the penthouse, "Those girl's absorption rate is nearly 100% and has had the lovely enhanced fertility drug injected in them over and over for three LONG years." He shrugged with a smirk, "And did other things to enhance them thanks to our specialties. And after three years the results are OUTSTANDING!!! Each one of their specialities shot through the fucking roof!"

He chuckled like he was proud of himself, "Those girl's body's are like miracles." He smiled creepily at me, "And they are YOUR's. Their pussy will accept your horse cock without damage AND will snap back to their original tightness every single time! And the best thing is their pussy's wetness will be the perfect lubrication to easily slide in them."

He laughed, "If I were you I would be jumping at the chance to have any of those lovely's and we're giving them to you."

He looked at me, "Still going to say no to me now?"

I growled, "You EVIL mother fucker!"

Charles blinked as I leaned against the table putting my fists on the table as I leaned towards him, "You STRIPPED those poor girl's of their humanity."

Charles blinked, "Excuse me?"

I growled, "You heard me. You injected them with a fertility drug that WILL make them fucking slaves to their libido. A libido you fucking played god with and mucked with just to get a result YOU wanted."

I pointed at myself, "And you expect ME to be happy you played God with not only your fucking daughter but the daughter's of the other family's?"

I punched the table instantly regretting it but growled, "If I wasn't afraid of the perverse jail you all created I would throw you off this fucking balcony and dance a jig over your corpse."

I leaned more as I growled, "Listen to me now, I will NEVER accept ANY proposition from YOU or MUSCHI. So like I said earlier 'GO POUND SAND!!!' and while you're at it eat a bag of dicks."

I leaned back and realized something as I smiled, "Hey, look at that I got my hat trick!"

I flipped him my middle finger before I turned and walked into the penthouse.

Before I walked to the elevator I saw a smirk on Autumn's face that she hid with her hair.